Irritatingly, I'm lying in bed trying to sleep with a toothache and an empty stomache, when an old poem I'd written somewhere between the age of 17 and 18 popped into my head. As I'm sat here eating toast I figured I may as well share it. The poem ain't nothing special but I've always liked the title.
Why do I always feel like
nothing is real when reality's
crumbling down?
Never reveal all the
thoughts in your head
they'll only destroy you in the end.
Welcome Oblivion
into yourself
smile blankly at all that you see.
Greet everyone with a
nod and a wink and they'll
think that your mind has caved in.
Feel everything
you can possibly feel
and maybe you'll be ok.
Buy everything
you can possibly buy
the corporations are your friend.
(C) Adam Cheshire, 1999
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